Ringing in the Changes

Sunday

Marco placed the bags on his dining table and turned on the kettle. His hunt through the bric-a-brac stores of a small nearby town had turned up a few good finds and a couple of possibilities. He sat with his tea and checked everything over. A painting by a semi-renowned local artist - he could probably make $200 on that; a few old coins that he'd maybe earn $30 by selling on eBay; a strange ceramic bell that had cost pennies and could be trash but could be something, maybe; and a cigarette case inscribed for a notable early 20th century opera singer. If that turned out to be legit, Marco could be looking at a few thousand.

He started trying to match the bell to others online, but couldn't turn up anything quite like it. 

It was small and pretty, overly fussy perhaps, but intricately decorated. If it was as old as the rest of the stuff in the shop then the craftsmanship was impressive and the condition was exquisite. If it was modern, factory produced crap then hey, he'd spent $10 more than he needed to. He unpacked the paper around the delicate ceramic clapper and held it up to his ear, then shook it carefully. Ting-ting! The sound of the bell was high, gentle, almost soothing. Ting-ting! Marco rang it again.

He examined the paper that the clapper was packed in to see if her could find any clues. Unfolding it, he saw it was a short note with faded writing in a language he didn't recognise. No date on it. Marco checked the clock - Cady would be home from work soon. One last gentle ting-ting and he set the bell on his shelf.

From that tiny object, built for another person in a time when many strange things were possible, flowed a strand of magic. The strand wrapped around all things inside Marco's apartment - his clothes, his furniture, the decorations. It wrapped, invisibly, around Marco too, binding him to the bell. The paper that had been in it, marked with a long-lost language, ignited and burned with a cool blue flame as Marco left the room, leaving no ashes behind when it was gone.

After dinner that night, Marco and his fiancée Cady fucked languidly. They'd been together a few years and knew how to push each others buttons. Cady sucked Marco's thick cock, felt his manly body. He was gentle with her, always, but still dominated her in bed. She loved it, loved to be taken control of.

Bending Cady over, Marco fucked her not with force but with the intensity of a man in command. He loved her body, and had memorised every inch of it. Each curve, firm bulge of muscle or swell of fat, the exquisite crevasse of her behind and pussy - he worshipped it. When they fucked, he would sometimes catch himself imagining being her, the way she felt. His empathy made him a great lover, an ex had once told him. He liked that. Marco held Cady's ass firmly, pulling her yoga-toned ass apart as he pumped his cum deep inside her.

The magic that had filled the house worked on everything within it as the lovers slept, with the exception of Cady. She had not been there when the small bell rang for the third time, and was spared its direct effects.

There was no way for either to know at that moment that Marco and Cady had fucked for the last time.

Monday

Cady was gone early, to the gym and then to the office, so Marco slept as long as he dared. Working from home suited him, and he had a rhythm that worked. Sleep until 0815, shower, first meeting at 0845 with a coffee and fruit. Work until lunch, when he would go for a run. Then writing and research all afternoon, sometimes with a meeting or two. He'd do housework for a while, then Cady would come home and they'd prepare dinner together. Well, that was normally what happened.

Time to wake up, Marco. He stirred at the clear instruction in his head, a few minutes before the alarm sounded. He thought it was Cady for a moment, but she'd already gone. And this voice was different, a squeaky, slightly nasal voice. Whatever - he was alone. As was regularly the case, Marco could feel his morning erection against the bedsheets, and reached down to adjust it. 

That feels good, why not give it a little stroke? The voice again, as if it were being whispered into his ear. Weird, but the voice wasn't wrong. His dick felt good in his hands, big and hard. His fingertips danced over it, it was hot to the touch. So much fucking cum in there, he thought. Hang on, did he think that or was it the voice again? Or was the voice him? Marco was confused, but his hand didn't leave his cock. He groped his balls, and jacked hard, relishing the thickness of himself filling his hand. He looked at it, and thought how beautiful it looked, how he loved wanking his big cock, how he wanted to feel the hot splatter of cum on his skin, shooting out, streaking his chest and face, pooling on his tongue...

Marco came prodigiously, the first thick load striking his face and leaving a strand of cum that hung thickly from his eyebrow, down his cheek and into his gasping mouth. The second hit under his jaw, splashing his neck. The rest coated his chest and belly.

The alarm sounded and Marco hit sleep, slurping down the cum in his mouth and rolling out around before passing out again. Delicious, the voice said to no-one in particular.

Marco slept through phone calls and meeting reminders, waking to the sticky feeling of dried cum on his body and stumbled to the shower. This feels good said the voice as warm water flowed over him. "It does," said Marco before stopping himself from replying to his own imagination.

Get dried, get dressed, try to catch up on what he had missed. But reaching for his boxer briefs Marco found a pair of Cady's panties in his hand. 

Put them on, sang the voice. They'll feel so nice against those fat balls. 

I don't want to, thought Marco back.

Of course you do. You want to slide those panties up your legs, feel the cotton on your nice plump asscheeks, have your thick hard-on trying to bust out the front.

"Who the fuck are you?" Marco cried out loud.

I'm Eva. I'm on my way to you. I'll be there at the weekend.  The voice was playful, sing-song, sweet and high.

"What are you talking about? How can I hear you in my head if you're still on your way?"

Silence.

"Hello?" Marco called.

Nothing.

Marco looked down to find that while he'd been talking to the voice in his head, he'd unconsciously put on Cady's panties anyway. His erection bulged inside - they did feel fucking good. His first instinct was to remove them, but instead he stroked his cock tentatively with his fingers through the material. A shudder ran through Marco's body and his dick spat a glob of precum into the panties. He began to massage the turgid flesh, enjoying both the pressure of his touch and the illicit nature of what he was doing. What would Cady think? Would she be disgusted or turned on? If she was disgusted, how would that make him feel?

Ashamed? Like he had a dirty little secret, that he was a perverted sissy? Marco's cock strained with arousal as he labelled himself. Gazing down at Cady's underwear he picked up a bra and slipped it on. There was no way it should have been possible to fasten it, Marco was much larger than Cady, but it fastened anyway. Just like her little panties had fit on his man-sized body. Just like the petite ankle socks with the frill at the top slipped onto his size 12 feet.

Marco ran Cady's reddest lipstick around his lips, applied a little blusher to his cheeks, some eye-shadow. He looked in the full length mirror.

What a cute little girly. You've done so much to get ready for me already! I think you must really want this. Look at your dick in those cute panties, straining the material. I can tell you want to stroke it by the wet spot you've made.

Groaning at Eva's words, Marco felt his cock flex and pop free of the elastic. He gripped at and pumped furiously. He'd never been as aroused in his life.

Spunk on your reflection, you sissy little bitch. Cum at the sight of your own body.

With heaving breaths, Marco came, a long rope of cum that splattered the mirror where it reflected his face, and ran down the surface, between the cups of the bra he wore, down his smooth stomach. Cum was pooling on the floor below him, but Marco only looked at himself. The other him, the one in the mirror, was satisfied, spent, covered in a sheen of semen. He held up his hand and slurped the cum off it, rolling out over his tongue, drinking it down.

Good girl. Very good. But what about the rest?

Eva's words compelled him on. Marco knelt, placed his hands on the mirror and brought his face to the surface. The thickest drip of ejaculate was at knee height. Using his lips he sucked it up, like he was kissing his own jizz streaked face. Rising slowly he gathered it all up, a real mouthful by the time he was standing again. It filled his cheeks. Would it be hot to take a real face-full of cum? Marco imagined having a man standing over him, beating off, painting his face with thick, hot sperm.

Marco leaned forward, cupped his hands and let the cum fall into his palms. Then he lifted his hands and dumped the cummy mess all over his face, coating it in the goo. Hard again, Marco fucked his hand until he had another load to join the one already drying on his face and in his hair.

You're a really filthy little whore, aren't you. I'm going to make sure you have a wonderful week.

After catching his breath, Marco retrieved some wipes and cleaned the mirror and floor. He put Cady's cum stained clothes in the laundry and got into the shower.

Let's get you ready for tomorrow. The chest hair and stubble can go. Pubes and legs too.

Marco dutifully shaved, leaving himself devoid of hair from the eyebrows down. It was easy. And thanks to the magic in his apartment, it would never grow back.

He dried off, feeling exhausted by his little sexual adventure. He headed for his bedroom, past the small shelf upon which the bell stood.

Ring it.

Ting-ting. Marco put it back and collapsed onto his bed in sleep.

Cady shook him gently awake in the evening. "Are you okay, Marco?"

"I don't feel great. I had a... strange day."

Don't tell this cow anything.

Marco swallowed his shock at Eva's viciousness, but obeyed anyway. "If it's okay, I just think I want to stay in bed and sleep. I had a shower earlier. Not hungry." He lay down, and Cady wandered out of the bedroom alone as Marco quickly fell asleep.

Tuesday

With a mouth that was much too dry, Marco woke early and went to get a drink from the kitchen. Cady slept soundly as Marco sat at the table with his head in his hands. He ran his hands over his too-smooth face and turned the previous day over in his mind. He felt shame and disgust at his capitulation to Eva, but also a feeling in the pit of his stomach that he would do it again. Even if the voice didn't tell him.

Hehe... I won't tell you to do that again.

"Oh god. Have I gone mad? Why are you talking to me?" Marco began to weep softly.

Poor little baby. Don't cry. I just want everything to be ready when I arrive, and this is the only way. Today is going to be fun. Big steps!

"I'm not going to do what you say. I'm going to the doctor," Marco sniffed.

You will do what I say, and if you go and see the doctor they will do fuck all. You can tell them a voice in your head told you to dress in your girlfriend's underwear and gobble down your own cum by the handful if you like - what do you think they'll do, give you a pill to make me go away? 

Oh god, thought Marco. Eva's right.

I know I'm right. Actually, maybe we should go and see your doctor. He's quite handsome. I bet I can get you sucking his cock by the end of the appointment.

Marco heard Cady stir in the other room. "I've got to tell her. She'll help me."

She's going to think you're a disgusting little pansy. Keep quiet.

Marco felt alone, frightened, trapped. And worse, he felt the nagging horniness underlying everything... He headed back to the bedroom and slipped in beside Cady, holding her in his arms, letting his hands slip over her pussy and breasts.

This won't work.

"Someone's feeling better," Cady said, half asleep. Marco was determined to prove his masculinity, but even the wet feeling of his girlfriend's vagina didn't make him hard. He pushed a finger inside her, and used his other hand to vibrate her clit. "Uuuunnnnh," moaned Cady, as Marco kissed her neck in exactly the spot she loved. Normally by now Marco would be grinding his erection against Cady's ass, but there was no response. She reached back to feel it, and finding his cock soft turned, slid down the bed and took it in her mouth.

It won't happen. Your cock is under my command, and it's got the day off.

He didn't so much as twitch. After a long minute of her effort, Marco stopped her. "I guess I'm not quite right yet," he said, and pulled her on top of his face, planting her pussy on his mouth. She rode his tongue until she came, her wetness coating his chin.

"Please take care today," said Cady, giving Marco a kiss on the cheek a little later as she left for work. "I can tell you're not properly well. It's okay to sleep. I'll see you later."

Marco lay in bed, looking at his phone and drifting in and out of sleep for the next hour. He woke fully when his messenger beeped a received sound, but reading the message his stomach quickly twisted with horror.

"You did this! Why?" he cried out.

To get you ready, of course. It's going to be great.

The message was one of a small sequence with a number Marco didn't realize it was.

SENT: Saw your ad, sexy cross dressing slut with a hot mouth here. Would love to meet up, show you what I can do.

RECEIVED: Sounds great, are you busy this morning? 11 at Plaza Hotel, room 415 would be perfect.

SENT: I'll be there. Have you got anything to start my mouth watering now?

RECEIVED:

Marco's insides churned as he looked at the dick pic. The sender was obviously young, slim, but possessing a large and lovely cock.

Big isn't it? It's going to feel so good in your mouth.

Yeah, thought Marco. "No!" shouted Marco.

You're going to get ready, go out and meet this guy, suck his cock because you want it. There's a tingling in your throat. You're salivating at the thought, don't deny it. You've just got to do this. 

"Got to..." Marco whispered, stumbling towards Cady's closet. After putting on another pair of her panties and matching bra, he picked out a layered white dress, a blazer and a pair of strappy heels. How did they fit? Marco wasn't any smaller, but was able to slip his feet into the shoes without effort. Make up followed, Marco applying a light touch. In a box in the closet were some Halloween costumes, including some wigs. Marco put on one of the longer ones, and on his head it seemed perfect and natural. The overall effect was shocking.

There's my beautiful girl.

"Oh shit..." Marco looked at himself in the full length mirror he'd splattered with cum the previous day. "I look like a woman." The magic that had flowed through the apartment, enchanting everything to bend in Eva's favour, ensured a perfect fit. Marco couldn't have fucked up his hair and make up if he tried.

All you have to do now is go out and suck that dick. He knows you're a crossdresser already. He just wants your mouth.

"I can't... I can't go through with it, Eva. Please don't make me. Yesterday was all me, just a wild few hours. But if I do this - there's no going back for me. I'll always have sucked another man off. I'll always have cheated on Cady."

Oh Marco. There's no going back for you anyway. I'm coming whatever happens.

Marco walked to the door, out into the street. He was compelled. Fear and desire both welled up in him. Any person on the street could recognise him. And yet with each stride came a boldness, an acceptance that this was possible. By the time he reached the chain hotel in the centre of town Marco felt like he belonged in the clothes and wig. He was less sure about the cocksucking, even though he found himself running his tongue around the inside of his mouth, imagining it's thickness invading his head.

He knocked on the door of room 415 and a tall, good looking guy opened the door. "Wow," he said, clearly impressed. "You look incredible. My name's Danny, come on in."

"Thanks, I'm Mar- I'm Marnie." Marco stepped into a fancy suite, with fashionable decor and large, leather sofas.

Marnie, eh? It's wrong but at least it's a start.

"You're so pretty," Danny smiled. "Can I get you a drink?"

"It's a little early, but I'll take a gin and lemon if you have it."

A few sips into the drink and Marco began to feel comfortable. Danny was charming and Marco felt girly in his presence.

Make a move.

Marco twirled his long hair in his fingers but couldn't get into a flirtatious gear.

He's being a gentleman. You contacted him. You want his cock. Make a move!

The urge to walk out and the urge to fall at this man's feet competed inside Marco. He didn't really want to suck a big, thick, meaty dick, to have it filling his mouth and throat, to feel it pulsing as it unleashed a torrent of sperm over his tongue. The notion of it was frightening... But this was his chance to try it. He was 99% of the way there. He didn't know whether his reticence was cowardice or defiance of Eva's commands. Marco didn't even understand why he was letting Eva control him. He swallowed and decided to go for it.

"You know, I have been thinking about the photo you sent me all morning," said Marco.

"Is that right?" Danny edged closer.

"Yes, I... I..."

Come on, tell him you want it.

"You see, I..." Marco stumbled over his words.

Okay, I'm taking over.

Marco felt his mouth move on it's own. "You see I've never done this before. I've been dreaming for so long about a handsome man with a big cock like yours to fuck my sissy virgin face."

Marco slipped to his knees between Danny's legs and rested his hand on the bulge there. Even soft it filled his palm in a way his own never had. He began to unfasten the trousers.

"Use my mouth to get off."

Marco pulled out the thick dick and waggled it, semi-stiff, against his own face.

That's right. Now you're on your own.

The skin felt hot, and the whole thing was growing by the second. Marco inhaled, the smell of soap and the faintest hint of dick sweat, so similar to his own. He licked it tentatively, then looking up into Danny's eyes engulfed the big cockhead with his mouth.

Think about what you used to like. Lots of tongue, lots of pressure, keep your teeth off him.

I still like it, thought Marco in response. But only for a second. His mind was filled with the need to do a good job, to please this dick, to get it's cum. He cupped Danny's balls and pushed as much of the erection into his mouth as possible. At the back of his mouth, he felt his gag reflex winding up - he paused, waited, swallowed and pushed at the same time. It slid into his throat.

"Fucking hell," groaned Danny, who then grabbed Marco's head and began to fuck. Marco found that by timing his breathing through his nose, he was able to keep the long, thick prick in his throat. He was really doing it. There was a twinge, a sexual response that fired deep in him. Where normally Marco would have felt his cock twitch, instead he felt muscles in his stomach and ass contracting.

You're a natural. Obviously.

I'm a cocksucking bitch, thought Marco. I'm going to make this big dick cover me in cum and I love it. I want it. His ass clenched again. He touched his throat and felt it bulge each time Danny drove in. Another clench.

"I'm going to cum," warned Danny, and Marco pulled off his cock in order to ask Danny to coat his face.

"Fill my mouth," interrupted Eva. "I want every fucking drop."

Seizing hold of Danny's dick, Marco wanked it firmly into his open mouth, and in seconds was rewarded with an almighty rope of cum that splashed off his tongue and spattered around his teeth. Another, just as big, then another. Marco sealed his lips around the glans and jerked, sucking every drop from Danny's balls.

Show him. Then drink it.

Pulling off, Marco let Danny see the pool of jizz that threatened to overflow his mouth. Then he swallowed the thick, hot load in one gulp.

Danny seemed to go limp at the strength of the orgasm. He flopped back onto the sofa. "Jesus Christ... Are you sure that was your first time?"

"I'm sure. But it won't be the last."

After a quick clean up, Marco made his excuses and left. He felt exhilarated. There was no fear, no doubt, no guilt - he had loved sucking dick. He rounded a corner and almost bumped into Cady.

"Sorry," Cady apologised with a laugh before looking into Marco's face. Her bright expression dimmed. "Wha... what the fuck?" She shoved him as a look of confusion and anger clouded her face. "What the actual fuck?!" She turned and hurried away.

By the time Marco got home, Cady was almost finished putting clothes and essentials into a suitcase.

"Please don't go, I can explain," he pleaded.

"Explain what? Where you were going? Why you're dressed like me? How my clothes and shoes fit you when you're almost a fucking foot taller and sixty pounds heavier than I am?"

"There's - there's something going on," stuttered Marco.

Cady fastened the case. "I don't know what's going on, but something's definitely going - me, to my mom's. Don't call me." She stormed out, slamming the door. 

Marco fell to the floor in tears.

There there. That wasn't great. But with what the next few days have in store for you, it's better that she's not here.

"But I love her!" Marco pulled off his wig. "I need her..."

Maybe. Maybe not. Why don't you sleep and I'll take care of things.

It was the middle of the afternoon, but flopping onto the bed felt like the right thing to do. Marco shuffled towards the bedroom.

Ring the bell, darling.

Ting-ting! The noise echoed around his mind as Marco drifted out of consciousness. While he slept, Eva got to work.

Wednesday

Isn't this nice? Just us now.

"Is it nice?" Marco asked, sarcastically. "You've fucked up my whole life in two days." He forced down some toast for breakfast, realising with horror that all he had eaten in the last two days was cum. His own and a stranger's. A knock at the door roused him from his misery, and he answered it to find a delivery driver there, with a large express package.

I went shopping for today's adventure.

The box contained a dress, some women's underwear and a corset, some make-up and an enormous wig, and a silicone chest plate with two huge breasts attached. Marco lifted the contents out, slack jawed.

"What's all this for?"

That cute little get-up yesterday was fine, but Eva is the centre of attention wherever she goes. You're going to have to get used to that. So tonight you're going to get dressed up and put on a show.

"...as a drag queen?"

Yesterday you didn't want to be noticed, but didn't it feel good to be out there? Today you're going to be out there and noticed. You're signed up to a drag promenade at a club this evening.

"No way. Whatever you're trying to teach me about my sexual preferences, I got it. I like sucking cock, I like women's clothes. But I can't do this... I'm not a... a show off."

You'll do it if you want your dick back.

"What are you talking about?"

I told you that I'd turned off your erections. I can turn them back on, but you have to play my game.

"Please Eva... please just leave me alone." All the air and energy had leaked out of Marco. He was at the very edge of what he felt could do. "My life is already wrecked and I think if I go any further then I might... might not be me any more."

Okay then, I'll make you a deal. I'll give you your erections back now and you'll do the drag show this evening. If by the end of night you want to stop then - poof! - I'll be gone. I mean it.

Marco nodded in agreement and headed for the shower. He emerged and sat at Cady's dresser with the make up from the delivery. "Show me how," he asked. It was as if Eva seized control of him entirely.  His hands applied cream, foundation, blusher and mascara expertly,  fitted on the breasts and the wig, which was teased into an enormous glam style. 

There was nothing subtle about Marco's look today. He was an over the top, glamorous drag bombshell. And he had to admit, he was beautiful. He slipped into the underwear and dress.

Use my name tonight.

Okay, thought Marco. He admired himself. Huge hair, eyelashes and plump lips. A massive set of tits adorned his chest, the join to his neck concealed by a silver cord necklace. The corset had shaped his middle in a very feminine way, and his smooth legs felt good in the stockings. He wore a pink crochet top over a tight black leather dress.

"I'm a bombshell," he said in awe. "I'm really something else..."

"I'm Eva..." Marco declared, "Eva Extinction."

Perfect. You're going to blow them all away.

"Let's see."

At the club that evening, Marco did his best to strut into the building with the confidence his look suggested. Another queen with a clipboard and huge red hair greeted him, smiling wryly. "Well look at you darling! You can't be a newbie. I'm Scarlett Fyre."

"Eva, Eva Extinction," said Marco. "And yes, this is my first night."

"Well there's nothing to worry about. It works like this - there'll be ten amateur queens and you'll all walk on-stage together. I'll do a bit of banter, talk to the crowd and and some of you, then there will be a vote for the favourites. Top two go into a goofy game show. Everyone drinks, laughs, we declare a winner. Those," he said, indicating Marco's prominent falsies, "are going to be a big help. There's a dressing room over there if you need to touch up at all, but you get a couple of free drinks so feel free to prop up the bar for a while."

Marco thanked him and headed to the bar. The place started to fill up, and sipping a gin and tonic he took a moment to think. Eva swept him along in everything, making him agree with her, recasting his priorities. But what she'd made him do - was it really so bad? Marco had considered himself straight, but was that really the case or was it just what was safe? The cock he'd sucked... he'd liked it. He was good at it. He wanted more. Looking around at the other drag queens, he saw them as sexual beings for the first time - a pantheon of what was possible. Straight, gay, bi, trans - whatever Marco truly was - he felt more at home in that bar and in his outrageous drag than he had in years.

You're welcome. I didn't start this journey to break eggs, but I'm making an omelette so I had no choice. And the omelette is going to be so damn delicious...

"Point taken," murmured Marco in reply.

"Darling, you look incredible," said a voice behind him. The queen standing there was tall, tattooed, elegant. "I thought I was going to walk it tonight, but you are the only serious competition in here. I'm Honey Potts."

"Eva Extinction. How lovely to meet you! I'm not expecting to win or anything, this is my first time here."

"Well the tits are going to get you a long way. If you can talk it like you walk it, you're going to clean up. I've already fallen in love," Honey sighed.

"How do you even know what you're falling in love with?" asked Marco. "I could be anyone under this get-up."

"Aw baby, you are new," replied Honey, moving in closer. "I'm attracted to the kind of person who puts on that amount of make-up, who squeezes themselves into a dress like that," she whispered in Marco's ear. "I love what you've done to yourself. That tells me all I need to know about who you really are. If you want a date, or just to fool around sometime, call me."

Marco's cock jumped in his tiny panties.

There you go. It was too sweet a moment not to let you have it.

The evening flew by. Scarlett sang and did some crowd work, before calling the  queens onstage and teasing them expertly. The crowd lapped it up, and after they'd all sashayed along the little catwalk the crowd cheered for their favourites. Honey and Eva were the two finalists. The deciding round was a comedy dating game in which the two queens competed for a hunky gay guy pulled from the audience. Honey crushed it, he was funny and quick and effortlessly charming. Marco tried and got a couple of laughs but could not compete.

When declared the winner and presented with her prize ($250) and the hunk, Honey comically shoved the man aside and strode up to Marco. Honey put her arm around him and dipped him dramatically before planting a long, deep kiss on his lips. Marco thought his dick might tent out his dress, it got so hard so quickly. Honey led Marco off stage to huge applause, leaving Scarlett to console the audience stooge.

"You were incredible," Marco giggled.

Honey moved closer again, the six inches height difference between them turning Marco's knees to jelly. Honey's hand rested on the bulge between Marco's legs. "Come home with me tonight," he said.

"Yes. Yes, please," replied Marco.

Honey's apartment was modest but cool. Inside they kissed again, passionately. "My real name's-" started Marco.

"Please don't," interrupted Honey. "It's Eva I want to fuck."

Let him. Be Eva for him.

"Then let me get you started," said Eva, dropping to his knees, pushing up Honey's dress and pulling the lacey panties he wore to one side. A substantial dick popped out, and Eva carefully eased out his balls too. He gazed up into Honey's heavily made-up face and began to stroke his cock while sucking, one ball at a time, on the smooth scrotum. Honey smelled of Chanel no 5. Eva's hands crept around to Honey's toned ass and groped the cheeks, kneading and spreading them, tantalising the edge of his asshole as he slipped his mouth over Honey's erection.

Eva pulled up his own dress and freed his cock, jerking it gently while he sucked. It felt good to be this way, to give pleasure, to be sexualised in someone else's eyes. To fuck a stranger. It was liberating. A part of Marco that he had controlled all his life had bubbled through the cracks, become Eva, and now anything seemed possible. He was unbound by convention and expectation. 

He felt the silicon mounds jiggling on his chest as he began to really mouth-fuck Honey's dick, and felt the tightness of the corset and the stockings and the weight of the hair and felt electrified.

He stood, and kissed Honey. Their erections jostled and bounced. "Take me to your bed," Eva asked.

Eva rolled his hips back as Honey licked his ass, rolling around it at first but then pushing in, penetrating, opening him up. Honey lubed his own dick and slid it into Eva. Then Honey fucked him, telling him he was a beautiful bitch while jacking Eva to a helpless, body-wrenching orgasm. His cum spattered them both, and that seemed to set Honey off.

"Cum in my ass, Honey! Push in deep and just let go... I want to feel it in my virgin asshole!" Honey bore down on Eva, pushing his legs up and pressing their fake tits together as he blew what felt like a torrent into Eva's ass.

The two drag queens kissed, and held each other for a while before they cleaned up. Honey made them both a tea, and they chatted, giggling into the small hours. Then Eva took a cab home.

He reflected on the wonderful evening. The sex had been extraordinary - he knew he loved giving head, but his first experience of receiving anal had blown his mind. He'd felt so satisfied, so stretched, so full, so... adored. His cock hardened again at the memory.

Inside his apartment, he began to undress. Taking off the wig and false eyelashes carefully, cleaning off the makeup. In the mirror he was just Marco again, boring male Marco. His heart sank. He knew now that he would never be happy while he looked this way.

What about our deal then? Do you want to stop?

"I don't. I want to go further. I want to leave Marco behind."

This is your only chance. What happens next cannot be undone.

"I'm certain. I want to live as Eva." 

You can't truly be Eva until I arrive. But I am happy you've admitted this to yourself. Ring the bell and go to bed.

"What is the bell, even? Some sort of curse?"

Quite the opposite.

Ting-ting!

Thursday

As Marco slept, the magic of the bell prepared him, making his body pliant and moldable. His mind whirred, dreaming of opening the door to a petite, outrageous female beauty, with exaggerated features. She took his left hand, and when he looked down he was holding his own right hand instead.

Marco awoke in warm sunlight. He'd fallen asleep without closing his curtains, and ass he gazed out he felt like the world was a better place.

"I'm ready for what's next, Eva," he said to the room.

Well I'm very happy about that. Today is a biggie. 

"I'm ready to be a girl."

Well you can do that without my help. Girl is who you are in your head. What we're talking about is catching your body up to your mind - and we can't do that in one go.

"Just as I thought I was ready," sighed Marco, flopping back onto the bed. "What can we change?"

We can change your appearance, or your biology. You get to choose. I warn you though - this will hurt.

Marco took a deep breath. "I want to look like a woman. I want to be petite, smooth. I want breasts and a big ass. I want to be pretty."

You'll still have your cock.

"That's okay. I'm rather fond of it anyway."

Then we'll start.

Ting-ting-ting-ting-ting-ting

Marco heard the little bell chiming, but couldn't be sure whether it was in his head or something was really ringing it. But as he looked towards the bedroom door and the shelf beyond, he was struck with a whole-body tremor that dropped him to his knees. His breath was squeezed out of his body. He could feel his body crushing down, suddenly painfully aware of his skeleton as his bones pulled in on themselves, narrowing and shortening.

His tall, masculine body strained against the wave of magic, pumping out white blood cells to fight an infection that didn't even have physical form. The magic co-opted the flow, seizing the cells and sending some to consume Marco's androgen and mutating the rest into estrogen. His system was flooded, and his organs, already contracting to fit a smaller body, were washed in pure biological femininity. They surged into his brain, changing it and his body forever.

Marco wailed in pain as his legs crunched and shortened, the bones in his feet shrinking faster than the surrounding flesh and leaving his skin looking like a sick, loose sock. The sensation moved up his body, twisting and widening his pelvis and cracking up his spine as it shrank. The sickening sensation of his nerves simultaneously shortening to fit the size of his new frame made Marco heave. His shoulders narrowed, topping off a slender, womanly figure.

His eyes lost focus and his jaw clenched involuntarily. The ting-ting sound of the bell turned into a constant buzz. Marco realised his entire skull was tightening, moving his eyes closer together, pushing out his cheekbones and squashing his nose into a new shape. His jaw, never exactly square, smoothed off more, and he felt his teeth realign to a smaller space.

His muscles and flesh, which hung off his body now the skeletal structure was smaller, began to reknit and mould to him. He gripped his stomach with shrinking hands as it tightened and firmed, and looking down he was shocked to see how skin changing colour, becoming peachy-pale and smooth. His nipples pulsed and his narrow chest began to form little peaks behind them. There was a surge as little buds appeared within each small breast, inflating with silicone as they became two perfect, round fake tits.

Nearly there.

Hair snaked from his head, deep brunette that fell into a wave around his slender upper body and big breasts. His lips grew fat and pouted, his eyes hooded and sensual. His small hand found his dick, and he saw the skin on it and his balls lighten, matching the delicate tone of the rest of his body.

Sensation and movement returned. Marco struggled to his feet and perched on the bed, looking at himself in the mirror.

You're beautiful. Eva's voice was gentle and encouraging.

"Thank you... I feel beautiful! Ah!" Marco gasped in shock. His voice was Eva's, the one he heard in his head.

I'm nearly with you. we're converging.

"Are you me, or am I changing into you?" Marco gulped. Could it be a mistake, even though he looked so damn good?

Both. I'm the you that you subconsciously always were and repressed. The bell awoke me, gave me a voice with it's magic. And now you're changing into your ideal self.

Marco began to cry. "I feel... so emotional. Now it seems so obvious! I've made myself so unhappy for so long."

This is your chance. Be the person you want to be!

"I want to be Eva... A woman. But I don't think I can while I still have this," Marco cupped his smooth cock.

You can be a woman, right now! Look at yourself! You might not have everything you want, but that's just your body. Who are you in your heart?

Through his tears Marco reflected again. What was manly about himself? At this point, only his genitals... and even those seemed, well, girly somehow. The smoothness, the pinky colouring... Marco wrapped his hand around it, his smaller, more elegant fingers adding to the idea of his femininity. He started to stroke, the soft foreskin stretching around the ridge of his glans.

His left hand roamed over his breasts, touched his pouting lips, groped his own sexy new ass as he worked his cock. What he had loved, craved, envied in the bodies of his girlfriends was now in him. He sniffed away his tears and gasped out, "this is a woman's body..."

Yes it is.

"Oooh fuck, and I feel so girly," his new, high, breathy voice was turning him on even more with every word. His balls pulled close as orgasm neared. "And my dick... It's a girlcock. I'm going to cum my sweet girly cum right out of my girlcock!"

Say it, sweetie! Tell yourself what you are!

"I'm a girl! I'm cumming and I'm a woman!" Marco's orgasmic cries came as she finally pulled a big load of cum from her straining erection. "You changed me into a fucking woman and I love it!" she panted.

Marco flopped back, ropes of cum spider-webbing between her fingers. With relish, she sucked it down. "I'm a cum-slurping slut," she chuckled. "A whole new person, so I can be what I want. And I what I want... What I want is to fuck around."

Are you Eva yet?

"No," said Marco. "I know it's what I want, who I want to be... But maybe I need to go further, find out more about what I want. I'm not sure how to explain it."

Take your time. Call yourself Eva if it helps. Find out how she's different from Marco. You're still on a journey. 

"I'll be Eva. I am Eva!"

That evening, Eva headed out to a local bar having raided the clothes Cady had left for an outfit. Cute sneakers, a short skirt and tight sweater emphasised her curvy, petite figure. She was going out with the intention of getting fucked.

She made the move on a guy in a bar in town, introducing herself as Eva and flirting shamelessly. The man, Elliott, tall and tattooed, laughed and flirted back but didn't really get interested until Eva dropped the hint that she had a cock.

Elliott leaned close. "You know, I have a girlfriend but we have a deal - we can fuck around as long as we do it together. She's going to be so excited to meet you. We have a little fantasy about a threesome with a trans woman."

Eva wasn't sure about being the fantasy figure for the couple, but at the same time Elliott was hot and his girl probably was too. Though she wanted a man, not to hop back into bed with another girl, maybe this was her last night with a penis...

Go on.

"I'd love to meet her," smiled Eva. 

In the back of a cab to Elliott's, Eva and Elliott made out. Eva trembled at the touch of the strong manly hands on her body, and the size discrepancy between them. She felt so small now, and Elliott had almost a foot height advantage over her. He groped Eva's tits through her sweater, and she felt her cock tenting her skirt in response. God, she thought, I need to get fucked by this guy. Elliott's hand drifted down to her slender waist, and then to her lap where it closed around her erection.

"You're big," Elliott whispered as he nibbled Eva's ear. Eva reached between Elliott's legs and stroked the thickness there - thrillingly she found him as hard as she was. This guy was really into her!

"Are you going to fuck my face with this big dick? Make me suck you off while your girlfriend watches?" She breathed her questions into Elliott's ear, feeling him harden further as she spoke. In response his hand crept under her skirt, wanking the hot skin of her dick slowly as their tongues intertwined.

They fell laughing through the door of Elliott's house to find the female version of Elliott waiting for them. Like him she was tall, almost six feet, with a lot of sexy ink and a punk look that pushed Eva's buttons. "This is Gabrielle," Elliott said, kissing his girlfriend passionately. "Gabby, this is Eva."

Gabby approached Eva and circled her. "You're really beautiful," she said in wonder. "Oh my god..." Eva giggled in response. She wasn't used to women towering over her yet, and the charged atmosphere made her feel weak in the knees. "How did you find her, honey?"

"She found me," grinned Elliott, moving towards the two women. He leaned down to kiss Eva, then turned to Gabby who moaned desperately into Elliott's mouth as they kissed. Eva realised Elliott was fondling Gabby's pussy through her jeans from behind. She could almost see the tall woman swooning in response.

On the sofa, the two women knelt, licking either side of Elliott's big dick. Eva massaged Elliott's balls, while Gabby was groping Eva's tits. Eva stood, peeling off her skirt, and sat beside Elliott, letting her hard cock bounce beside his. Elliott's was longer, but Eva had him beat on thickness. Gabby took one in each hand and alternated between the two erections with her mouth. Soon Eva and Elliott were  standing over Gabby, forcing both cocks together into her mouth, sawing alternately in with neither head leaving.

"Please fuck me, Eva," pleaded Gabby. Her pussy felt good, and the sight of Elliott filling his girlfriend's mouth with dick as she lay on her back looked fucking great to Eva. But it wasn't why she was here. She wanted to get fucked, take a cock. The sensation of fucking a woman... Eva realised she didn't particularly want it anymore.

Elliott left Gabby's mouth and pressed himself against Eva's back. He enveloped Eva in his arms, cupping her tits and kissing her neck as he ground his cock into her ass. Eva moaned, and without breaking her rhythmic pump into Gabby, leaned back to kiss Elliott. 

"You can fuck me..." she breathed. "You can fuck my tight little asshole."

"Uuuunnnnh," groaned Gabby, "fuck her while I watch, baby!"

Eva pulled out and moved up the bed, and as Elliott began to lick her ass she kissed Gabby. Gabby rubbed her clit in excitement, cumming noisily as her boyfriend eased his cock past Eva's slick sphincter. Eva bit her lip as the big dick filled the space inside her.

"Fuck me, fuck my ass!" Eva squeaked with pleasure, urging Elliott on. "Do it harder! Fuck my girly fucking shithole!" His hands gripped Eva's hips, picking up the pace and entering her completely with each stroke.

Coming down from her orgasm, Gabby knelt up to kiss her boyfriend. "Please assfuck this shemale slut. I want you to make her cum, and then dump your load all over her face."

Hearing this, Eva felt her dick throb. Being fucked, being called a slut, being dominated felt so good. "Please," she said in a small voice, "call me a slut again."

Gabby reached under Eva and grabbed her cock, then began to jack it. "You big dicked, perverted little whore," she said. "You get off on picking up guys and fucking them straightaway like some sort of dickgirl nympho? You'll do anything won't you? Well MY man is going bust his huge fucking nut right on your pretty, girly, slut face."

"Oh my gaaaawwwwd," wailed Eva. Her orgasm began deep inside her, where Elliott was pounding some previously untouched depth of her asshole. It gathered in her stomach and drew her balls in close to her body. And then, with an electric charge that encompassed every nerve and muscle in her body, cum exploded from her dick which Gabby was still mercilessly tugging, spurting wildly over the underside of her tits and over the sheets of Elliott and Gabby's bed.

Eva fell forward onto the mess, vibrating and trying to catch her breath. Elliott was now wanking with the same intensity Gabby had used on Eva, and Eva found herself edging towards him, slipping between his legs, engulfing the erection that had been so deep inside her bowels in her mouth.

"Suck your ass juice off his cock, you filthy little cunt," hissed Gabby. Eva swooned, turned on beyond reckoning by the dirty talk emanating from Gabby. Elliott's breathing became ragged, and a redness spread over his face and chest. Then he unloaded with a cry the neighbours must have heard, a series of spurts of heavy, sticky cum that criss-crossed Eva's face and filled her mouth.

Eva didn't want to stay, despite the couple's sincere invitation to spend the night. In an Uber home, she considered again her future.

You didn't need me at all tonight.

"I felt so right, so girly. I don't want my penis any more. I want to be all woman."

You're already all woman.

"Well I just want a pussy," Eva said flatly. "I'll really be Eva then."

We will see. 

On her way to bed, Eva chimed the little bell.

Ting-ting.

Friday

"Who the fuck are you?"

Cady stood at the end of the bed, waking Eva from her sleep.

"Cady wait, it's me! I am - I was - Marco!" Eva tried to explain but Cady was disbelieving. There was nothing of her boyfriend in the pretty, petite girl before her. "It's some sort of magic spell. I think it brought a piece of personality to the fore, something latent or maybe something I had, you know... repressed."

"This sounds like total bullshit," said Cady. "There's no such thing as magic and you can't prove otherwise. I'm calling the police to get you out of my house!"

"Please don't! There's got to be some way I can convince you." Eva was out of bed, trying to remonstrate with her girlfriend.

"People don't just shrink and turn pretty overnight, bitch. And is that my nightie? Christ!" Cady levelled an accusatory finger at Eva. "Is he hiding somewhere?"

"It wasn't overnight. It took about fifteen minutes, yesterday morning." Eva slumped to the floor, 

Your cock is about to turn into a pussy. That's pretty magical.

"Cady, I still have my dick but in a moment it's going to change. If you saw it would you believe me?"

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

Eva gulped, feeling her dick harden without warning. She stood, giving Cady a chance to look at her in the open-fronted gown.

Eva held her erection for a moment through the material. "I never meant for this to happen, Cady. But it is what I want." She unfastened the nightie, revealing her curvy body, her round tits and her big, hard cock to her girlfriend.

Deep in Eva's belly, a group of cells mutated, grew, spread, creating a tight but expandable space. A ring of muscle coalesced at the entrance to her new womb, while outside the cervix the flesh of Eva's abdomen parted and sealed, crawling millimetre by millimetre towards the outside of her body.

Every last remaining hormone, every molecule of evidence that Eva had once been male flowed to her cock, and as she gripped and stroked it the chemicals that had once defined her leaked out. 

Cady stood open-mouthed. "What are you doing, you dirty tranny whore?!"

Eva laughed grimly. "That's cruel... And soon it won't be true. Nnnnnnnh!" She gritted her teeth as the first splatter of cum shot across the floor, falling short of Cady's feet. Cady looked back at Eva, who was still pumping, drawing out more and more cum. The last sperm she would ever produce had now left her testicles, and they pulled hard against her. The tunnel inside her reached the space behind her balls, and the tightening skin of her scrotum forced them inside her, first one, then the other.

She let out another cry, this time one which mixed pain and pleasure as her balls were pulled down her brand new vagina, changing as they travelled. Where they had been factories, they were now repositories, as eggs popped into life within what had become her ovaries. Her cervix relaxed and pulsed as it endured the strange reverse birth of her ovaries passing through, then pushing through the walls of her womb to take their place at the ends of newly grown fallopian tubes. Eva fell onto her ass and lay back, legs wide open.

Eva let go of her dick and let her fingers drop to the empty skin under it. A long, final rope of cum was expelled as her prostate disintegrated. Under her touch the fine line that had distinguished the two halves of her scrotum pulled tight and straight, then pulled thinner and thinner. Then separated. 

"Holy shit," whispered Cady, transfixed. "It's true." She watched as the erection dwindled, shrinking too fast, the skin disappearing, the glans diminishing, halving and halving again in size as the whole shaft pulled back into Eva's body. The split skin where her balls had been now encompassed the small, remaining tip of flesh, which bulged and changed as it closed over, becoming a tight bundle of nerves with her urethra under it.

The raw edges of skin fattened and pressed together, and thinner, more sensitive curves of flesh grew under them. The changes subsided as Eva pushed a tentative finger past her new vulva and into the hot, tight vagina beyond. She drew her finger out, damp with her new juices, and ran her finger over the nub of her clitoris.

"My clit... Oh! Yes! My hot new pussy! Haaaah!" Eva cried out in ecstacy at the first pulses of pleasure from her new organs.

Cady blanched. She'd never been interested in girls but the idea of her boyfriend transformed, reduced to this was a turn on. When Eva pulled herself together and covered up again, the two girls sat and talked. Eva explained everything - the voice, borrowing Cady's clothes, the drag night, the transformation. She apologised for keeping her true self a secret, but also tried to articulate that she'd buried it so deep, lied to herself. Cady cried, but also said that she'd been in denial about certain parts of Eva's sexuality. 

They shared a coffee, and hashed out their relationship. They'd never been so frank with one another, and there were a lot of tears. By lunchtime, Cady was helping Eva get dressed and giving her makeup tips. They went out for lunch together, understanding that while the relationship was over, maybe a friendship could carry on.

If that's what you really want.

"Why wouldn't it be?" Eva said to the voice, as she sat alone in her apartment that afternoon. "I've known her for years."

She's a nice girl. Are you a nice girl?

"What do you mean?"

What sort of girl is Eva? Are you even Eva yet? Would Cady be friends with a girl like the Eva you want to be?

Eva's stomach jumped. She was pretty - hot even - but she was mostly a girl-next-door type right now. In Cady's clothes, she was just another Cady. It was only day two of womanhood, and she was already falling into her own old trap of settling.

"No, I'm not who I want to be, not yet. I want to be the girl I was last night, with that stranger's dick deep inside me, or with his cum on my face." Eva clenched her fist. "Eva is a woman who fucks with abandon. She's not cute - she's an animal. She loves men, and hard cocks, and she'll fuck women to get their attention." Eva's hands crept to her skirt, and she pulled it up before stroking her pussy through the sheer panties she wore.

"Eva would tell you she was a cock addict. No woman would trust her alone with their man, and they'd be right because Eva would have to know... I would need to know what their dicks were like, what they tasted like." Pulling her panties aside, Eva slipped two fingers into the hot depths of her cunt. "How heavy their balls were. I want to wander into gym changing rooms and be surrounded by sweaty, willing erections that I would just slap! Into! My! Face!" Each word was punctuated by a vicious slap on her own clitoris. With the fingers of one hand penetrating her, Eva used the other to work on her clit.

You see?

"Yeah... It's all I want really. Ten of them, more, using me, wanking over me, filling my ass and pussy at the same time... Ohhhhh! Coating me with cum! Load after load in my mouth, so much! Aaaaaah! Calling me the filthiest names as they fuck my tits, pulling my nipples, blasting me with cum! I'm gonna cum! I'm making myself cum by thinking about being a total whoooooore! Haaaaaa!"

Eva squirted in orgasm, soaking her hand, her panties, and the shoes she wore.

You can have that life, at the price of your old one. You'll have to trade Marco and your memories of him to make it. There can be no going back, and no more changes. And it has to be tonight.

"Let me think," said Eva, tidying herself up.

She walked through her town. Guys smiled at her, and she could tell a few were checking her out. She went into a couple of shops, ones she frequented before her transformation. No one in them missed Marco. She didn't have enough friends to be concerned about. She'd blown off work for the week, and couldn't bring herself to care at all about it. She never spoke to her family anyway. Now that she'd made peace with Cady, there was nothing at all to keep her in that place, or connected to her old life.

"I'll do it," she said.

Tonight then.

At her apartment, a man waited by her door, jotting a note on a pad. As Eva approached, she saw it was Kevin, her boss from the IT contractor firm she worked at. Or used to work at, she thought.

"Hi," he said, brightening as he saw Eva. "I'm Kevin, I work with Marco. Have you seen him? He's been out of contact all week and we're a little worried."

"I'm Eva! Come on in," she said, unlocking the door. "I'm his cousin. I've got some bad news - he left the country. Our grandmother lives in Romania and she's ill. He's gone to look after her, said it could be months. I'm house sitting. Want a drink?"

Kevin followed her in and shook his head. "I can't believe he didn't tell me. We could have sorted something out!"

"Maybe he tried and missed you? It was a bit of a panic." Eva handed Kevin a bottle of beer. She'd only even seen him as another guy before, but now she clocked his handsome chin, broad shoulders, the way he towered over her. He wasn't in the greatest shape and she knew he was married, but didn't care.

Kevin looked over at the work desk. "This stuff is company issued - I can't just leave it here."

Eva moved closer to Kevin. "You should take it, he's not coming back soon. In fact, no-one is coming here at all, so..." She pressed herself up against him, looking imploringly up into his eyes. She felt delightfully weak at the success difference between them.

"So... what?" asked Kevin.

"So you should feel free to take anything that you think you'd like," she breathed, standing on tiptoes to kiss him. His hands were all over her, groping her ass and tits roughly and pressing her back against the work surface. He lifted her effortlessly, placing her ass on the counter. Eva was surprised by the forcefulness of Kevin's response, but then again he was a married man well into his forties and Eva looked maybe 25. He probably hadn't fucked anyone besides his wife for two decades.

Kevin dropped to his knees and pulled up Eva's skirt, pulled down her panties and scooted her ass to the very edge of the counter before kissing her pussy passionately, slipping his tongue over and over her clit.

My virgin pussy, thought Eva, my brand new pussy is getting licked. The mere fact it was happening at all took her nearly all the way to orgasm. "That's right baby, slip that tongue into me," she said, holding his head and wriggling herself closer to his face. Kevin tongue-fucked her for a moment, then pushed Eva onto her back, holding her knees up near her armpits. His superior strength sent a tremor of arousal through her whole body. He started to rub her clit gently with two fingers while french kissing her vulva. She came in seconds, squealing and panting in pleasure.

She slid to the floor and undid Kevin's jeans. He wasn't huge, but his dick was hard enough to spring out and slap against Eva's cheek. With a horny sneer, she took hold of it and smacked the fat, purple glans against her face over and over, tugging gently on his balls at the same time. When the shakes from her orgasm had calmed down, she slid his dick into her mouth and started sucking, lashing him with her tongue as she went.

"You dirty little slut," murmured Kevin.

"I am," said Eva, pulling off his erection and jacking it slowly, "I'm a horny little slut and I live for married cock. I want you to fuck me the way you can't fuck your wife."

A fire seemed to ignite in Kevin's eyes. He slapped Eva's hand from his cock, grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her face onto his hardness. When he was mostly in and sitting at the back of her mouth, he pushed her head down and back, and used his weight to pop his cock into her throat.

"There you are," he panted. "I'm going to use your face like a pussy," and he began to rock his pelvis forward, squashing Eva's face into his stomach as he forced her to deep throat him. Eva felt herself go limp with pleasure.

You live to be used this way.

Yes, she thought, this feels so good. I want a life of being used like a cocksleeve, I want to be a beautiful cum receptacle. The harder Kevin pounded her face, the more Eva was sure. When Kevin relaxed his grip so that Eva could get some air, she gripped his buttocks and continued to ram herself onto him. At the point her head began to swim, she dropped off.

Eva fingered the thick strands of spit dangling from her mouth and chin, and peered up at Kevin. "I need that cock in my tight little pussy," she breathed.

"I... I don't have a condom," said Kevin.

"I don't fucking care," Eva replied, heading for the sofa and climbing on, ass facing Kevin. "Pump me full of your hot cum in Marco's living room."

Kevin pushed into Eva's cunt. He may not have been packing what Elliott had the night before, or even what Eva herself had that very morning, but it was solid and hard and filled her absolutely. The sensation sent Eva cross-eyed. She was made to be fucked. He picked up the pace, and after a while she felt the tip of Kevin's thumb against her asshole.

"Yessss, thumb my ass while you fuck me," she moaned, feeling her body building to another orgasm at the sensation of his cock and digit rubbing the thin wall that separated her ass and pussy. "I'm cumming! You're making me cum all over your cooooockkkk!"

"Jesus fucking Christ," cried Kevin as he followed her, spewing his load deep into her quaking, moaning body. In the afterglow, Eva stretched out in delight, feeling the cum leak wetly from her pussy as Kevin held her tightly. Womanhood was a gift, she thought.

Kevin soon made his excuses and left. It was 8pm.

If you want it, these are your last hours as the old you. 

"There's nothing I want, except to be fully and entirely the woman I feel I have to become," she said.

At one minute to midnight you must ring the bell three times and then shatter it. Your world will be changed.

Eva held the small bell as midnight approached. What a strange and beautiful journey it had led her on - the revelation of her own truth. She stripped and took a last look at her pretty face and curvy body. Then, checking the time on her phone, she rang the bell.

Ting-ting!

Ting-ting!

Ting-ting!

Eva tensed as she raised the little bell and sent it crashing to the floor. It shattered, pieces of ceramic scattering wide over the women floorboards.

She took a deep breath. The room was silent. Nothing was happening. She checked her phone: 23:59

23:59

00:00

Saturday

The room filled with a dim, echoing hum that resolved itself into the familiar chiming of the little broken bell. The shattered pieces of it began to tremble and glow, bathing the room in a white glow.

Hold on. It's happening.

The bell fragments were vibrating now, and suddenly they were liquid, running all over the floor, joining and spreading up the walls, over the furniture, coating everything in a brilliant ceramic white. The blue markings that had decorated the bell now snaked liked living creatures around the room, searching and wrapping around chair legs and lamps as if they were looking for something.

Eva looked down to find the whiteness coating her feet, her legs, flowing all over her. She froze as her face and hair were covered. She stood like a marble statue,  fight ing her panic.

Are you ready to be the woman you dreamed you could be? 

Eva's body began to change. Everything in the apartment began to change. The world itself began to change, rearranging and creating a space for a new life, closing over the scars left by the removal of the old. Her figure tightened all over, losing the sweet curve of the last few days and gaining a taut, gym-honed fitness. Her waist cinched in and her hips and ass bulged out, large and firm. Flesh flowed into her breasts, bolstering the implants with a coating of heavy tit-flesh and leaving her with big, fake, round tits.

Her face shifted, cheekbones becoming more prominent as she went from cute to gorgeous, lips plumping up. Though she grew no taller, her proportions shifted, legs lengthening as her torso compressed. The blue painted snakes slithered all over her, encasing her limbs wrapping her body, and finally flowing into her ear, coursing through her brain and body. Replacing what was with what would come.

That's it! Finally we are one! We are... I am Eva!

The white covering fell away from Eva, even as the strange flowing markings seared themselves into her skin as tattoos. Her hair was now blonde, piled up above her head. The magic dissipated and the flowing whiteness faded away. Her apartment was three times the size it had been, decorated expensively.

On a luxury apartment building in Los Angeles, reality flexed. Where there had been five stories, there were now six. No-one, not even the residents, not even the architect himself knew that anything was different. The woman who lived there, Eva Morrow, woke and stretched. She reached for her phone and checked her make-up - still perfect - and took a snap for her Onlyfans account.

The compliments flowed in. 

"Super hot!"

"I love you Eva!"

"You make my cock so fucking hard!"

A couple of guys messaged her with pictures of their erections along with tips, and she sent flirty messages back. It turned her on to think of the guys jacking their cocks to pictures of her, and in the shower she slipped one soapy finger into her ass, and one into her pussy, pumping them alternately until she quickly climaxed. The extra spice of something in her ass always helped her cum. There was time for her to follow it up with a tamer  post-shower pic for Instagram, a little breakfast and to get ready for the days shoot before her car arrived.

On set, Eva was working with Eric, a regular scene partner who she was very friendly with. They were both single, and fucked out of work occasionally too. The scene was a pretty simple hot neighbor thing, so there weren't too many lines. That was always tricky for Eva, she loved the fucking but wasn't exactly winning any awards for acting. Giggling, she kissed Eric hello and groped at his bulge.

"You're insatiable! Every single day, you're all about the cock, aren't you?" Eric wrapped his strong arms around the little bimbo and hugged. Eva started to unbuckle his trousers but he pulled her hands away. "Not all of us are good for multiple shows! If I want to get paid I have to save it for the camera."

Eva pouted, as the sheer proximity to Eric's thick dick was having an effect on her. It was almost like she could smell his potency. "Not even a taste?"

"You'll appreciate it all the more when we're filming."

The set was dressed like a modern hotel room, with pristine white walls, furniture and bedsheets. There was something familiar about the all white space. Eva shrugged - it was pretty, she felt horny, there was a big cock for her - there was nothing else to worry about.

Eric's big dick was too thick for Eva's tiny hands to wrap around, and the size overwhelmed her petite mouth. The camera emphasised this, and the director played up to their size difference with some close-ups of the blow job.

Shots like this were always the hardest for Eva to keep her head straight in. The cock digging into her insides, her tiny hole stretched by the size of it, her own weight forcing it further in. Tears of pleasure formed in her eyes, threatening her mascara. She almost didn't hear when the director called cut.

Eric stood over Eva, his dick erupting with rope after rope of thick cum. Over the past couple of years Eva had become known in the business for the eagerness with which she took a facial, and her love of it hadn't diminished with time. She allowed it to coat everything below her nose and fill her mouth, knowing it would drip from her fine chin and tongue into her spectacular tits.

In the dressing room, she was almost dry from the shower when Eric came out of his. Through the window she watched a medieval cart and two horses being led into the large warehouse set behind the building they were in. "Do you know what they're shooting back there?" 

"Oh yeah," said Eric, towelling his hair and sitting. "It's one of those big productions, a fake historical about Marco Polo. It's called Marco Porno. I think it's mostly so they can do a load of scenes with Asian girls. I shot a scene yesterday, I was a soldier who has sex with a girl who's been disguised as a stable boy. Pretty hot!"

"Heh," giggled Eva, "Marco Porno... Wait. I don't get it." She frowned. Something about what Eric had said was bugging her. The name? Maybe the girl in boys clothing. No... It was nothing.

"Are you shooting again today?" Eva sauntered over to Eric, letting her gown fall open.

"I am not," smiled Eric, leaning back.

Eva knelt between his legs, took hold of his cock and began to suck.

The end.